Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

After graduating from university, Yuehui entered a well-known foreign company with her outstanding abilities.

In just one year, he stood out with his amazing insight and execution, and was promoted to one of the company's youngest executives.

However, his enviable achievements did not satisfy him. Three years later, leveraging his accumulated experience and network, he resolutely resigned and embarked on the path of starting his own business.

It was another three years of relentless hard work, day and night. His company finally broke through the fierce market competition, successfully went public, and gradually entered a path of steady development.

Even after achieving fame and success, he did not forget the past. The old community that nurtured him was completely renovated and transformed with his financial support.

Those neighbors who had helped him during his difficult times have all received tangible rewards from him and are now enjoying their later years in peace.

His material and professional success failed to fill the void deep within his heart.

A strange sense of loss lingered over him, as if some vital part of his life had been forcibly stripped away, leaving a black hole that could not be filled with any achievement or wealth.

Even though he immersed himself completely in his work, trying to numb himself with endless busyness, that emptiness still followed him like a shadow, quietly creeping in every quiet moment of the night.

Until one day, he happened to pass by the tea room and overheard two young "post-00s" employees chatting idly.

That casual conversation, however, struck him like a bolt of lightning, unexpectedly hitting his mind and leaving him stunned in place.

"Hey, have you watched the latest episode of the anime 'Throne of Seals'? Cai'er's new character model is absolutely stunning!"

"Really? I haven't watched it yet. I heard the plot has been changed quite a bit compared to the original work?"

"It's been heavily modified, but Cai'er is really beautiful! She's strong and gorgeous, I love her!"

"..."

(Is Throne of Seal... also being adapted into an anime?)

Upon hearing this name, Yuehui's long-dormant heartstrings seemed to be plucked unexpectedly, stirring a slight ripple.

He vaguely remembered that it was during the summer vacation between the second and third years of junior high school. He squeezed into a corner of a noisy internet cafe and opened the online novel called "The Throne of Gods" for the first time.

At this time, the novel was not yet finished, and the heavy workload of the third year of junior high school followed. Coupled with the family's financial difficulties, he soon lost the conditions and energy to continue reading, and buried the story deep in the corner of his memory.

Hearing this by chance, an indescribable sense of nostalgia and curiosity compelled him to return to that spacious but somewhat deserted office.

He sat down, turned on his computer, and typed those four words into the search box of Tencent Video.

As you open the first episode, the anime's opening theme begins to play softly.

As the scene shifted, when he saw the girl named Cai'er losing her sight, smell, and taste in succession due to her cultivation of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and enduring boundless loneliness alone, his heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and a strange and sharp pain shot through him.

The story then progresses to the point of supporting Zhennanguan. When Yuehui sees that the human side has actually deployed airships for combat, he subconsciously chuckles and shakes his head.

"No wonder the employees said it was a major modification... In the background of the Holy Demon Continent, people travel by horse-drawn carriages, so where did this kind of high-tech airship come from?"

The anime continues, and dozens more episodes have passed.

In the scene, Cai'er used a divine summoning spell.

Her long, silver-purple hair moved without wind, and a pair of eyes, filled with endless sorrow and determination, suddenly opened. Behind her, a huge, white-clad phantom of the Grim Reaper, exuding endless majesty and an aura of death, stood proudly!

hum!
Moonlight's mind was struck as if by a destructive thunderbolt!
All thoughts and all perceptions froze in an instant!
“Cai…’er.”

He murmured the name unconsciously, his voice dry and trembling.

In the next instant, a vast torrent of memories, sealed for more than twenty years and as boundless as the sea of ​​stars, suddenly broke through some kind of shackles and erupted from the deepest part of his soul, sweeping over every inch of his consciousness with overwhelming force!
Fragments of memories about another world, about the Alliance and the Demon Race, about eternal heroes, and about supreme power surged forth, violently impacting his worldview built upon modern science!

"Ugh—!"

Moonlight let out a suppressed groan of pain, suddenly clutching her forehead, which felt like it was about to split open, her knuckles turning white from the force.

After a moment, the surging tide of memories finally subsided, and he completely accepted and integrated it. He abruptly stood up from his office chair, looked around the luxurious, modern office, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

"Was all of this... just a dream?"

His last memory was clearly set in the void battlefield outside the plane, in the thrilling demigod battle with the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu.

At that moment, the Demon Emperor manifested his true form as a heaven-defying demonic dragon, ultimately unleashing a terrifying power that was beyond his comprehension and resistance...

"Infinite Tsukuyomi? It can pull my consciousness into such a long and realistic illusion, and even seal away my sense of power... What a terrifying method."

Moonlight exhaled a long breath of stale air that had been building up for more than ten years.

"Thank goodness you're here." Yuehui looked at the animated version of Cai'er on the screen.

Now that he has regained his true memories, the demigod power that had been dormant deep within this "mortal body" has also been awakened with a bang.

At this moment, in his eyes, the fragile laws of this "real" world, which has been built up for more than ten years, are now clearly visible.

Breaking out of this lifelike dream was an easy task for him.

“But I still want to thank you, Fengxiu.” Yuehui stood quietly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the business empire he had built from scratch, his gaze seemingly piercing through the illusion of prosperity. “By some twist of fate, it was you who helped me resolve a deep-seated knot in my heart.”

The next second, his figure vanished silently from the office, a symbol of worldly pinnacle, like a phantom scattered by the wind.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing at the door of that familiar yet unfamiliar home.

The moment you push open the door, a warm glow and the aroma of home-cooked meals waft out.

His father was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, while his mother was busy in the kitchen.

This scene was so ordinary that it made his heart tremble slightly.

"Ahui? Why are you back so early today?" The mother turned around at the sound of her voice, her face showing a hint of surprise, and she was still holding a spatula in her hand.

Yuehui did not answer immediately. He simply looked at his parents quietly—at the deep wrinkles around his father's eyes and the graying hair at his mother's temples, their faces were deeply imprinted in his heart.

After a long while, a smile that was both incredibly relieved and incredibly complex appeared on his lips.

"Dad, Mom," he said softly, his voice carrying a tender farewell, "I...I'm leaving."

"Going?" The mother paused for a moment, then instinctively asked, "Where to? Is it a business trip?"

“No.” Moonlight slowly shook her head, her gaze clear and firm. “It’s about going back… returning to my true life path.”

There was a brief silence.

Unexpectedly, the father, who was sitting on the sofa, slowly put down the newspaper and looked up.

"Is that so?" The father's voice was surprisingly calm, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible gentleness. "Then go back. Don't worry about me, or your mother."

Suddenly, Yuehui's eyes welled up with tears, which began to glisten uncontrollably.

He looked at his father, a thousand words stuck in his throat, but in the end, they all turned into a heartfelt whisper:

"Thank you... Dad. In my heart, you have never been... less important than anyone else."

(If only I could have had such a warm home in my past life, just like in this dream...)
This thought became the last silent sigh.

The next moment, the figures of her parents began to blur, and the warm colors of the home spread out like an oil painting that had been splashed with water.

The entire world collapsed and vanished silently before his eyes.

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P.S.: It's finally almost over, and I'm actually a little reluctant to say goodbye~ (End of Chapter)